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Ghetto Celebrity

Ces Cru

Catastrophic Event Specialists

2017

Benzedrine, my ghetto celebrity

Ain't no time to fuck around
It sound like we got a hit
If you call yourself a rapper, that just mean you gotta spit
All I

They used to tell me I ain't 'bout it
Make me feel I ain't amountin'
All the hate they steady doubtin'
Watch me put 'em down
Mama say I gotta stop it

rushin', leave em stiff
I'm finna serve em all
That's how we do, it's protocol
I'm a surgeon with this shit
Crack
Your frontal lobe is gone
IT'S ON
If you're

my fist up and swing
Houston slabbin' 84 spokes on the paint
"Trilla" Rozay in his day, hard
Soften the white in this age, 8
Zero you niggas in

I'm back
Back by popular demand
Back on the beats back with the mic in hand
I'm back like your spine
Back one more time
Back to show these rappers

and smiled at me
She said, "Just wait and see then you'll see
The greatest thing you've ever seen
The only thing you've seen in dreams"
I was confused by what

Over Again

Jupiter Rising

The Quiet Hype

2009

Oh I loved you boy but I?m like a boomerang 
I fly away and swing back I don?t mean what I say 
You have enough of all the pushing pull and fighting

clapping
Every beat and riddim I'm cheffing up and slapping
These other guys bars like bald niggas they be capping
They swing and miss I'm more meticulous

bout them payments
So tell me what y'all saying
If the lyrics hit bet I went way in
Stop calling my phone know you playing
Give me some time
Give me some

all know each other
With the command of your voice, they all
Become lovers, lovers, lovers, lovers

[Mike Jones]
I can catch boppers like Paul

I guess thats why I act a fool
Uh, Uh
I'm smoking opps by the dozen like egg cartons
Guess thats why I'm the shit and y'all asses just stay farting

everybody else man I feel like I'm by myself
I swear I got a movie life but I swear ima be Ight
I ain't tryna prove y'all wrong
I'm just tryna prove me right

a top hat 
Swing songs like song bird you don’t want that
Me want 50 dollars for a beat pack
He call 60 coppers cuz he’s all rat
I might be your favorite

weave
Yo Scope so dope make a motherfucker choke
Eat the words that they spoke
Tie they neck with a rope
Watch em swing back and forth
Hangin loose you

you wanna "just swing by mine"
You're always talking about trust and respect
But the hypocritical nature of what happens next
When you say you're only

(Alright) base for your face two times
You don't see no actin'
All they do is rhyme words
Such typical rappers
I was defined by the struggle, Metro phones
Got

Rough 'N' Tough

Robert Ross

It's Rough 'N' Tough!

1984

ROUGH ?N? TOUGH
AKA: Ruff ?n? Tuff
(Music  & Lyrics by Robert Ross)
Verse 1
Well don't you touch me fella cause if I get riled
I know you won't

start it, I'll give it, no one can stop it
I'll hop inside of my broken Rocketship 'cause I'm bout'a orbit
Right to the top, ain't no way I'm actin' all

I'm the devil's angel
I'm able to take you by both ankles and rape you
As rope strangles your throat as you croak analed
I'm coming in through all

despise it
i was even raised by a fucking pilot

it keeps raining
it doesn't phase me
if i slow down
i'm gonna fuckin panic

the people all get crushed when

play with the shit
Then I'll put you under me
Smoking on lime pie in a push to start
No this shit don't need a key
Smoking on dope right by the palm tree

know you're probably hear it day to day
I know you got a whole stadium of bitches and got a couple of niggas that's tryna Swing your way

But they can't

to try, you was nowhere to be found
But now ima be aware
Fuck all the talking
I damn near lost it
Run it up for so long
By the end I'll be tired

the K-9 unit barking at me 
Every single motherfucking time that I'ma ride by (ride by)
Yeah, hit the pedal yelling "Bye bye!" (bye, bye)
But if y'all